I’m lounging here on my new deck

This warm summer’s afternoon

Sipping a glass of red wine

High above the horizon

A jet move slowly across the sky

Leaving a dripping vapor trail

That reaches around the world

I measure the many places

I have traveled in my life

Fond memories remote

From stress and structure

You would ask which would be my favorite?

The vapor above spreads

And falls away to softly disappear

As do my measuring thoughts

Now, to be wholly satisfied to find

My favorite place is Home

Yet, this writers notebook, this virgin deck,

This very red glass of wine

Salute the sweetest of memories

Never gone………. but still abound